I am the Yoruba demon that speaks in tongues, like the owl that sees the day in the middle of the night.
I am the night watchman that sees no evil, even when the birds of the air make nests next to the detached roofs of men at night.
I am a figure of speech that personifies exaggeration in a metaphoric way, the beginning of sarcasm and the end of situational ironies.
I am the dog that barks at its owner but adores the neighbor living next door.
I am the emotions hidden behind gestures, when the tongue of the speaker is at war with the touch of his lips.
I am the beauty of word manipulation, the precision of alphabets that determines the tone of each sound.
I am a riddle that defiles the logic of thinking … What am I?